tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68831576569407841002017-10-08T03:10:31.449-07:00Montana Sporting JournalEditor and staff notes from the fields and streams of Montana.Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074969558823471769noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-85958721304921194492013-12-10T08:13:00.000-08:002013-12-10T08:13:25.805-08:00Arctic Limits<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bH7uSEPksp8/Uqc9Oi7mv1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/lEvC9SfGy74/s1600/DSCN5635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bH7uSEPksp8/Uqc9Oi7mv1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/lEvC9SfGy74/s320/DSCN5635.JPG" /></a></div>Old fashioned Montana December weather moved in. With temperatures between -15 and -35 across the state we got locked in an arctic icebox and that meant only one thing needed to be done-find open water and go duck hunting. Roxy and I headed out in the minus teen temps Friday morning with a 10-15 mph north wind blowing. Had about 15 minutes to legal shooting light and birds were already bombing into the spring fed slough. Once legal I goosed my first shot on a drake pintail! It got better from there though. Birds didn’t stop coming in all morning and I had a limit by 9:30. Had to put Roxy in the truck to warm up around 9 as her feet had enough. Tip:bring along a couple of carpet squares and if possible a portable propane heater for the dog to keep functionally comfortable on days like this. In the end however the hunt is over when the dog has had enough. For me nothing is worth injury to the dog to keep hunting when they can’t. After she was warming up in the truck I shot the last mallard drake for the limit. Birds were still bombing in as I picked up decoys. Helluva mornin’! Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-77010168501078476042013-11-14T07:58:00.001-08:002013-11-14T07:58:36.237-08:00Supporting Our Veterans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CN9lMamW5ns/UoTxqwDTmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/k0UY4j549uM/s1600/DSC_6189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CN9lMamW5ns/UoTxqwDTmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/k0UY4j549uM/s320/DSC_6189.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZMOsZEk3Po/UoTxk2Pf4QI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XLKUdQHzZMk/s1600/DSC_5713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZMOsZEk3Po/UoTxk2Pf4QI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XLKUdQHzZMk/s320/DSC_5713.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RQ0HA-Azsyo/UoTxbzYWDYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ER25zP02QPU/s1600/photo%25201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RQ0HA-Azsyo/UoTxbzYWDYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ER25zP02QPU/s320/photo%25201.JPG" /></a></div>Veteran’s Day weekend is always a special time for those who’ve served. For those of us who are veterans it’s an important time to reflect and take a moment to enjoy the people and pursuits important to us. We must also pause and think of the veterans who never made it home. Montana is special when it comes to honoring its veterans. This is in large part due to the fact that there are more veterans per capita in Montana than any other state. Montanans have a strong sense of patriotism as well and go to extra lengths to honor the men and women who have placed their lives on the line for their country. For the fourth year in a row, a grassroots organization called Operation Valor took 8 veterans out east to hunt mule deer in the Missouri Breaks. Two vets are paired off with their own guide and head into the sage and juniper covered hills to hopefully place a stalk on a good buck. The hunters come from many backgrounds and branches of service. The goal of OV is to reach out to veterans and provide for them an experience that is both therapeutic and fun. In the span of four days these vets faced the gamut of November weather and took some respectable bucks as well and healthy does for the freezer. For the hunters who tagged out hordes of geese awaited in nearby fields. What is most special about these hunts Montanans put up for veterans is the camaraderie that develops between them over the course of the five days they are together. Every night after the hunt veterans return each with usually a good story to tell around the fireplace at the Ft. Peck Hotel. They leave with a treasury of new experiences and friends. Special thanks go out to Rudy Smith who organizes fundraising for OV as well as Carl Mann and his team of guides at Montana Experience Outfitters. Most of all thanks to our veterans past and present. To find out how you can do more to support this outstanding program visit http://operationvalor.com/Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-47836882178515297872013-11-11T06:30:00.000-08:002013-11-11T06:30:01.272-08:00Get Yer Elk Yet?The transition from following bird dogs around the countryside to hopefully following elk around the mountains is not as easy as you would think. &nbsp;Bird hunting is fairly routine after nearly 30 years of it; the dogs come and go, hunting partners change, but other than that, it is fairly consistent. &nbsp;Not boring or mundane, but the outcomes are fairly predictable.<br />When the .300 WSM replaces the 20 gauge, a different skillset is required, perhaps more finesse is also needed. No more tramping around the hills, yelling at dogs, joking with peers when wary elk are concerned. &nbsp;Slapping the trigger on a rifle doesn't work, unlike the more abrupt style of wingshooting that is second nature to me. &nbsp;Getting a 600 pound animal out of the woods also takes considerably more planning than the three blue grouse one is allowed per day.<br />But, while the lows of elk hunting can be lower than the worst day bird hunting, (missing or wounding an animal, ending up miles from truck after dark, etc.) the high points are also greater. &nbsp;When the success rate of Montana elk hunters hovers around 20%, each elk harvested is not to be taken lightly.<br />So far, my elk season is about average. &nbsp;I have seen elk, amidst the timber, heck, even smelled them. In other words, I have "been into 'em", as they say in local bars and cafes. &nbsp;Conditions for success haven't been perfect, but they have been good enough. And, the hunt itself has been enjoyable, as well. <br />Matt and I had a nice elk camp in central Montana last week, despite the effort it took to pull a wall tent, stove and the rest of the 100 pounds of gear via sled, into the backcountry. &nbsp;Some might say it didn't pay off, but that is only if your idea of success is pulling the trigger. &nbsp;The weather was good, the woods were ours and ours alone, and we ate well. <br />I returned to civilization, just in time to get the message from Dad: "Could use your help tomorrow. Got a bull down a few miles back." Roger. Success in the family, is success overall, when it comes to elk and the precious meat one bull can provide.<br />I haven't got MY elk yet, but there is still plenty of time remaining. &nbsp;And, the sooner I can get back to chasing pheasants and Huns, well, the happier the dogs will be.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWkbISUF-f0/UoBsqNjGtjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/3HRyijLeQL0/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWkbISUF-f0/UoBsqNjGtjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/3HRyijLeQL0/s320/photo-1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaFGX-1bWJg/UoDo_iJKLiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Qg8VprTViec/s1600/DadElk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaFGX-1bWJg/UoDo_iJKLiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Qg8VprTViec/s320/DadElk.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074969558823471769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-17762376815271841622013-10-17T06:15:00.002-07:002013-10-17T06:15:34.477-07:00Ducks Under the Nose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQeDn2TRqTQ/Ul_iBVX5KeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6488-2CKAuU/s1600/DSCN5488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQeDn2TRqTQ/Ul_iBVX5KeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6488-2CKAuU/s320/DSCN5488.JPG" /></a></div>One of the things most fun about duck hunting is finding a new spot. Regardless of how many birds are in a given area there are a handful of places the ducks will go to right under everybody's nose. What makes finding a new spot even more fun is if it is within minutes of the house and so obvious or just obscure enough that most people stare right at it, including duck hunters, and never give it a second thought. Keep on doing this! Nothing is more exciting than to load up a small bag of decoys and the dog into the canoe and explore a small stream or secluded backwater and score on the local hideout. It may not produce a limit most times but for a few teal or a brace of fat mallards it’s worth it. More intoxicating than anything is the smell and sight of cottonwoods turning in autumn while the mid morning sun shines up the plumage on decoying birds. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-1989478749328773332013-10-08T06:44:00.000-07:002013-10-08T06:44:04.393-07:00Nick Of Time Ducks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuL-ooPO82o/UlQLnt8I58I/AAAAAAAAAHI/G3hyx_ITi-M/s1600/DSCN5357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuL-ooPO82o/UlQLnt8I58I/AAAAAAAAAHI/G3hyx_ITi-M/s320/DSCN5357.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiGHWbYfLc4/UlQLwpih_dI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9hFOEjn7D5g/s1600/DSCN5447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiGHWbYfLc4/UlQLwpih_dI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9hFOEjn7D5g/s320/DSCN5447.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9j81jbe6sI/UlQL5M1T-iI/AAAAAAAAAHY/D2calbQj-24/s1600/DSCN5428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9j81jbe6sI/UlQL5M1T-iI/AAAAAAAAAHY/D2calbQj-24/s320/DSCN5428.JPG" /></a></div>Few things are as anticipated as eagerly in my circle of friends as opening weekend of waterfowl season. Equally as anticipated is the first hunt in new country. This year we struck out in search of new horizons. Rather than venturing to traditional haunts like Freezout we chose to explore the high mountain haunts of Red Rock Lakes. Situated in extreme southwestern Montana along the north slope of the Centennial Range, this high altitude wetland delivered on the birds. Initially low water as well as bird counts didn’t bode well for opening weekend but successive cold fronts the week prior provided ample shooting opportunity. We were told by one of the refuge wardens that this was a ‘slow’ opener in terms of crowds and birds. We wouldn’t know any different as birds flew all day long and we never ran out of shot opportunities until we finished up in the late afternoon. Water was definitely low. My black lab, Roxy, slogged through chest deep mud all day bringing in the birds. The highlight was a 100 yard retrieve in the quagmire on a gadwall drake. Species diversity was the order of the day. Gadwall took up the lion’s share of the bag but we had a fair amount of teal, two canvasbacks, pintail, widgeon, and mallard. Weather was mild on Saturday with temps rising into the 50s and mostly overcast. Things turned ugly towards the end of the day and overnight with straight line winds settling in and topping 60 mph. We had very few shots Sunday morning as most birds that tried to decoy in were scattered to the four winds, literally. Perhaps most unique about Red Rocks Lakes are the surroundings. The towering Centennials, Madison, and Snowcrest ranges can all be seen from the duck blind. Moose abound in the willow choked upper lake area and a grizzly wandering through the decoy spread is not out of the realm of possibility. Lucky for us we were able to experience it before the government shutdown. With the onset of that hunting was closed indefinitely pending a budget deal. Regardless of politics winter weather dovetailed on the heels of the shutdown likely freezing up the thin sheet of water that was on the lakes. Winter comes early at this altitude. For now we will head to non-federally controlled, lower elevation environs. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-79904930251892058102013-09-26T08:07:00.000-07:002013-09-26T08:08:14.433-07:00Bulls and Bruins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ5Js2cLOiY/UkRNX7e-aLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_vWAZtej_WM/s1600/DSCN5297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ5Js2cLOiY/UkRNX7e-aLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_vWAZtej_WM/s320/DSCN5297.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KFn0CH4DFyg/UkRNdQAGROI/AAAAAAAAAGo/I5kEu3pOtto/s1600/DSCN5296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KFn0CH4DFyg/UkRNdQAGROI/AAAAAAAAAGo/I5kEu3pOtto/s320/DSCN5296.JPG" /></a></div>It seems that fall is arriving on schedule this year and snow is hitting the high country as I write this. My buddy Dan and I have been getting out to chase the elk a bit with our recurves. Elk are definitely bugling but proving difficult to get close to in our chosen haunt. In late morning we set up on wallows to see if anything comes in to cool off. There hasn't been much fresh activity in the wallows. But is has been cooler than usual this bow season. For the first time in several seasons there has been a frost on the ground in mid-September. A welcome sign. The leaves are already turning and soon it will be below freezing most nights. Bring it on. Dan clued me in to a bear 'sign post' tree several years old near one of the wallows we set up on. Something neat to see. This was likely done by a black bear as they are able to dig their short, sharp claws into a tree easier than a Griz. This one looked like it climbed up than let it's body drag it's claws for about 3 feet or so. It could almost be a sign post tree for Wolverine(the comic hero) with the length of one marking. A tree like this is a rare find. Luckily for us it looks rather old and he probably isn't in this area(that we know of). A friend of Dan's whose hunted this area as well said he came in one afternoon to hunt and spooked the biggest black bear he's ever seen. So big he decided to leave in a hurry. If the tree is any indication we know why. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-21632771981641412922013-09-24T07:41:00.000-07:002013-09-24T07:43:00.448-07:00Saying Goodbye to a Friend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qp3WWfAKoBY/UkGky_IF9AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YIFyeK2iqyE/s1600/amosducks100804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qp3WWfAKoBY/UkGky_IF9AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YIFyeK2iqyE/s320/amosducks100804.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0v7PHHG0lZA/UkGku-dEdJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HH-dD3BeEJs/s1600/RMNP-NOV06+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0v7PHHG0lZA/UkGku-dEdJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HH-dD3BeEJs/s320/RMNP-NOV06+005.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6D_m_B09ePA/UkGkpBT_xVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2T6HnpCgLSw/s1600/RMNP-NOV06+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6D_m_B09ePA/UkGkpBT_xVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2T6HnpCgLSw/s320/RMNP-NOV06+004.jpg" /></a></div>As mentioned previosuly, on day 5 of my sheep hunt, I learned of the tragic death of my good friend, Amos Ridenour. Amos appeared in Montana Sporting Journal (Fall 2007) in an article I wrote on winter fly fishing. There couldn’t have been a better guy to personify the spirit of winter fishing. If something was more difficult, the conditions harsher and less people willing to do it, Amos was all about it. Fearless defined him to the core. As a surfer in the Atlantic Ocean and avid climber scaling frozen waterfalls and cliffs in the nearby Gallatin Range, he gravitated towards nature’s ultimate challenges, be it water or rock. As a sportsman he gravitated towards fly fishing (mostly at first because his wife, Liz, was an avid angler) and waterfowl hunting. More than anything he seemed to enjoy the inherent camaraderie the two pursuits naturally produce. A duck hunt or a day of fishing was always brighter with Amos along. He was the first one to break out a fine cigar during a lull in duck blind action. He was also the first one to laugh at you if you missed an easy shot, lost a fish, or fell in the water. More than all of that, he was a dedicated husband and father with a deep faith in God. He always seemed to show up in your life when you were in need of some good advice. In the short span of time that was his life on earth, he affected more people than most of us will in a long lifetime. All of us who knew him are better for having him in our lives. Still processing and grieving the loss, I will never look upon certain places with the same eyes again. From the Bear Trap stretch of the Madison to the spring fed runs of the East Gallatin, all hold a deeper significance now. I will still go but they will not be the same. Amos’ spirit will always be there in the rush of the water, the tight line of a hook-set brown and the hum of a mallard drake bombing into the decoys. All the while I will be waiting for his laugh or a wise crack that he always had ready no matter what you did. As Norman Maclean said at the closing of A River Runs Through It, ‘I am haunted by waters.’ To that Amos would probably say ‘Bro! Please! Don’t be so dramatic’ but I can’t help feeling it. He wouldn’t stand for any of us letting sadness getting in the way of and putting off doing the things we enjoy. So while a normal aspect of grieving is lacking interest in things we enjoy doing, I will commit to the opposite. Never let an opportunity to hunt or fish, especially with good friends, get away from you. Soak it up and savor it as none of us know when we will catch that last fish or take that last shot. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-57242019439672994852013-09-19T11:49:00.002-07:002013-09-19T11:49:24.098-07:00Sheep Hunt Day 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJg2dBKOT6E/UjtF_wrJcZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/F3T70pwNF6M/s1600/DSCN5252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJg2dBKOT6E/UjtF_wrJcZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/F3T70pwNF6M/s400/DSCN5252.JPG" /></a></div>Last day on the mountain. Rain pounded my bivy most of the night but luckily shut off sometime this morning before 5. Heading up the ridge towards my sheep mountain the air had that crisp feel to it that only arrives in fall. There was definitely cooler air behind the weather last night. Strips of clouds drifted across the mountain and above revealing a clear sky. Once perched and glassing I could see all around that most of the clouds were cloaking everything below 8,000 feet with only the peaks jutting above. Clouds broke up everywhere in the sky and the cool breeze portended of autumn. In a distant park I spotted a herd of elk appearing to be in pre-rut mode with smaller sized members of the herd making short sprints away from a larger member of the herd-too far away to see antlers. Mountain goats remained near their chosen cliffside perches feeding on lichen covered rocks. Rams proved yet again elusive. Despite the absence of sheep the fall feel to the morning with gin clear skies, the increasing southern angle of the sun, and crisp air injected an energy of good things to come yet this season. With a long day of walking ahead I wrapped up my morning glassing and headed back down to load up camp. The hike out was long but made better by the weather. I made it back to the truck by 4 p.m. Driving out there were further signs of fall's approach as foliage along the brush choked creek was beginning to turn. Yet another sheep hunt in the books with an unfilled tag. But with each year I feel I'm getting closer. The unlimited hunt isn't for everyone. For me personally, there is no better way to end a summer or start fall than with a sheep hunt. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-36749790222985839932013-09-18T16:36:00.000-07:002013-09-18T16:36:12.532-07:00Sheep Hunt Day 5 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o18IfSSLiJA/Ujo4Ngw-5iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y6yyBXSHK6A/s1600/DSCN2996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o18IfSSLiJA/Ujo4Ngw-5iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y6yyBXSHK6A/s320/DSCN2996.JPG" /></a></div>This morning started off not according to plan. Waking up to answer nature's call about 3 a.m. found me socked in with clouds. When it was time to get up for the day at 5, still socked in. Knowing I would not be able to glass with such conditions I slept in. At 7 the clouds showed no signs of letting up. Without anything better to do I turned on the phone to check the quota status. Season still open after two days. A good sign. It also meant no one had been seeing rams. I clicked over to send my wife a status text that I was okay and recieved tragic news. At 8,500 feet in my bivy sack on a sheep mountain I learned that a very good friend had been killed in a rock climbing accident yesterday. One wonders how they will react to such news finding it out so suddenly without any of the emotion involved in learning it directly from another human being. The only sound was a light wind whisping through the spruce trees where I was camped. Perhaps the lonliest most indifferent sound in nature. Disbelief was the initial reaction. I decided to crawl out of the tent, make breakfast and contemplate my next move. Sheep were a very distant thought in my mind now. The fog lifted about 10 and I headed up the mountain. Somehow I felt a strange closeness to Amos, my departed friend being in the high country than I might have down below. The day he died we were both on mountains doing what we liked to do. For now I simply reflected on the good times we'd had chasing trout and ducks on the Madison and Gallatin rivers. There would be time enough to face the tragedy of his death down below. I knew the last thing Amos would want me to do is not finish this hunt and abandon the possibility of harvesting a ram this year. I would be headed down tomorrow anyway. With a heavy heart I slung my rifle and backpack to make the most of the day that was left. Much of the rest of the day was fairly pleasant as the clouds broke. I ran into another hunter who'd just barely missed crossing paths with a sow griz and two cubs. He looked a little white in the face. About 5 the clouds rolled in with rain and that set the stage for the rest of the night. Gaps in the clouds provided a few moments of spectacular alpenglow on peaks in the north end of the park. Crawling into my bivy an hour after dark, thunder clapped and soon the bottom fell out of the clouds. Rain all night. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-45625274558980832112013-09-18T10:36:00.003-07:002013-09-18T10:38:39.390-07:00Sheep Hunt Day 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fXKv74yPaA/UjniwIo_9OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hGnTzqoP804/s1600/Sheep+Hunt+2009+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fXKv74yPaA/UjniwIo_9OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hGnTzqoP804/s320/Sheep+Hunt+2009+024.jpg" /></a></div>Today dawned with overcast skies and a slight breeze out of the southwest. Sometimes this means warmer weather(not sure how much warmer it could get up here) other times it means rain and cooler temps. This close to Yellowstone anything could happen. Looking south in the direction of Yellowstone Lake it seemed to be nothing but endless clouds. The barometric pressure gave me that feeling that 'sheepier' weather was on the way. The ewes and lambs were out feeding again at first light but no rams could be located. After three days of glassing the same country I was starting to get that feeling of doubt about my chosen perch. Being someone who likes to hike all over the country its a challenge to stay put for days on end. But in this country on this type of hunt one needs to conserve energy for when they actually do see rams. However I had one other mountain 3 miles away that I knew rams had been harvested on in the past and there had already been two other hunters on this mountain. With the weather seeming to want to stay mild and possibly cooling off, it would be a good day to move camp. At 10 a.m. I loaded up camp and got to walking. The hike alone was worth it-a razor sharp ridge with wide views into the park and forest service land, all the while my next sheep mountain in sight. Finding a good spot to camp, I made the short walk to a nearby water source to re-hydrate and resupply. Life is a little easier in this spot. I hiked up to glass the rest of the day being greeted by wind and rain. Several mountain goats provided a good way to pass the time. It's interesting to watch them lie on a cliff edge like a porch dog with driving ran in their face. Their indifference to the harsh terrain they call home is staggering. The country on this mountain has the ideal ram needs according to the biologist-plenty of steep country with a pittance of grassy slopes I'd consider taking a shot on a ram in. After seeing no sheep a a half hour before dark, I eased down the mountain to camp. The rain finished up giving way to a clear night sky. A dead whitebark pine trunk near camp made the ideal spot to sip a snort and watch stars as only they appear in the high country. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-87541250063342884242013-09-16T16:38:00.001-07:002013-09-16T16:39:22.128-07:00Sheep Hunt Day 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXevDmM48sk/UjeWhbD7mzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aqqT-hj0D1A/s1600/DSCN5086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXevDmM48sk/UjeWhbD7mzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aqqT-hj0D1A/s320/DSCN5086.JPG" /></a></div>This morning I climbed into my glassing perch with the .270 at the ready. Nothing is as anticipated as the first rays of light on a sheep mountain on opening day. Weather looked to be about the same. Cool in the morning, hot through the day and somewhat cooler in the evening. The morning glassing was slow again. Nothing in the avalanche chutes, nothing in the vertical strips of timber. Following another mid day break from the heat I spotted sheep finally about 7 p.m. All ewes and lambs maneuvering a cliff face to a broad grassy slope, its always a pleasure to watch the ease with which these animals negotiate crags and chutes humans have no business in. Two of the ewes wore radio collars so FWP is monitoring these guys. I watched them feed onto the slope and just before dark back into the crags. No rams today. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-1189916944639330942013-09-16T16:30:00.000-07:002013-09-16T16:30:06.063-07:00Sheep Hunt Day 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvmyFUOqbRU/UjeUQG9eU8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/52kjrMvXTCw/s1600/DSCN5111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvmyFUOqbRU/UjeUQG9eU8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/52kjrMvXTCw/s320/DSCN5111.JPG" /></a></div> At first light I was perched below a ridgeline scouring the mountain with my binoculars. By 10 a.m. I'd seen no sheep or any other game for that matter. Believe it or not this is somewhat of a good sign. According to the biologist rams in these units tend to head for the most rugged inhospitable terrain. Food and water do exist but not in great supply. I also felt good as I shared the mountain with the only outfitter guiding in the area. If they were here it was because they'd likely scouted it two months prior and it was the best place to be. Nearing mid day, temps were starting to climb. Needing to resupply water I dropped all excess weight from my day pack loading up empty bottles and the bladder. Dropping down into the drainage below it was a half hour hike to the spring. Shaded and tucked tight in a small draw the temperature was ten to fifteen degrees cooler-good place to cache meat in hot weather After downing two nalgenes purified through the Katadyn I filled up the bladder and refilled bottles heading back up the mountain. Temps were staying in about the mid 80s without a breeze. I hung out in the shade taking a mid day nap until it was time for sheep o'clock at about 4:30 or so. By dusk, no sheep. Back in camp I raised a snort of 40 Creek Canadian Whisky in good luck for tomorrow, Sept. 1, when the season opens. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-67066332019160873892013-09-13T16:31:00.000-07:002013-09-16T06:52:47.539-07:00Sheep Hunt Day 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gXKAo9CT5TQ/UjcNIgDaKpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_3g3QAmfoaU/s1600/DSCN5276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gXKAo9CT5TQ/UjcNIgDaKpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_3g3QAmfoaU/s320/DSCN5276.JPG" /></a></div>I spent most of the day getting into sheep country. Finally arriving in my hunting area I dropped the 50 pound pack and felt like I could fly. With only a couple of hours glassing light left I cooked up some Mountain House grub for dinner while scanning the myriad avalanche chutes and nearly vertical strips of timber likely to be bedding areas. These bedding areas are in terrain so treacherous the hunter must wait for sheep to move into more 'gentle' feeding areas. Nearly out of water I conserved the little I had left. Tomorrow I would have to drop down a thousand feet or so to an obscure spring I'd found and top off my bladder and 2 Nalgenes. That would keep me in water for 2-3 days. For those who are not familiar with the Unlimited Sheep hunt there are several districts along the northern border of Yellowstone National Park which possess terrain so rugged and remote that sheep permits have not been restricted like they are over most of the state. FWP sells as many permits as people want to buy and maintain a district quota. Most units are a 2 ram quota. Not only are these areas rugged and remote, legal rams(3/4 curl or better) are difficult to find. This is my third season hunting the unlimited areas and I'm still trying to figure things out. Each year is an educational process if you are hunting the country correctly. On average they say it takes a hunter 5 years to figure it out and score if he sticks to it. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-66962252447350141662013-08-28T16:11:00.001-07:002013-08-28T16:16:48.387-07:00Four Days to Sheep Season!Hard to believe summer is nearly over. With the present fire situation and continued heat we wouldn't know it. Temperatures and fires aside sheep hunting in the unlimited district opens September 1. I've got a sheep tag in my pocket and I'm going. Fires in the southern end of the district forced me to take a different route in but pleasant surprises awaited at 9,500 feet. One immature ram I began watching last year has continued to grow and will be looking good one day. Grass is greener this year than at this time last year and my water source hasn't gone dry. Life is good. Archery season will open before we know it too. If you haven't been shooting and scouting-You're Wrong!&nbsp;Best of luck to all of you heading afield this fall. I will keep you posted on how the sheep hunt goes. Out for now. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk9MlHdw8zU/Uh6DyKb8w2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/S3bDvXZgw54/s1600/DSC_5013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk9MlHdw8zU/Uh6DyKb8w2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/S3bDvXZgw54/s320/DSC_5013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-6928188849257523372013-07-02T21:49:00.002-07:002013-07-02T21:49:51.187-07:00Summer SwitchIt may have been a nearly perfect spring. &nbsp;There was plenty of moisture to help fill reservoirs and streams and create lush habitat for wildlife. &nbsp;There was localized flooding, but overall, there wasn't damaging hail or cold, damp weather to hurt nesting birds. &nbsp;And the spring fishing, well, it hasn't disappointed. <br />While there has been a little fly fishing done on select tailwaters and spring creeks by this writer, mostly it has been warmwater adventures on some of the largest bodies of water in the state.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-IlJuDDN5g/UdOlH918GGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EmLw84H4pc4/s1600/DSC_0028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-IlJuDDN5g/UdOlH918GGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EmLw84H4pc4/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7f34r8Yiuw/UdOnI_wv8nI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4dl1Hm7pc-g/s1600/DSC_0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7f34r8Yiuw/UdOnI_wv8nI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4dl1Hm7pc-g/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YeAmHd9cvI8/UdOnrxi3wMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Eti1o1LErI8/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YeAmHd9cvI8/UdOnrxi3wMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Eti1o1LErI8/s320/DSC_0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>For those that aren't aware, Montana isn't home to just magnificent streams and chunky trout. It is also home to world-class walleye, northern pike and smallmouth bass. &nbsp;Reservoirs such as Canyon Ferry, Tiber, Nelson and Fort Peck have all produced numbers of quality fish of late. &nbsp;Unlike lakes of the Midwest, there aren't long lines at the boat ramps or cabins ringing every inch of shoreline. &nbsp;Fishing trips are more adventurous, but the reward is often solitude and fresh fish for dinner.<br />Now, as we pass the summer solstice, things are heating up in the trout world too. Literally and figuratively. &nbsp;Mountain snow pack has mostly melted, rivers have cleared and there have been reports of phenomenal hatches on the Yellowstone, Madison and Big Hole. &nbsp;The Missouri and Bighorn have both been fish factories for the past three months. The only concern I have heading into midsummer is whether or not I will have enough time to wet a line in those same legendary rivers. All I can do is try.Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074969558823471769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-87052637829282886002013-04-16T20:11:00.001-07:002013-04-16T20:11:13.421-07:00Much-Delayed Montana GratificationJokes about Al Gore, Mother Nature and snow tires are running rampant right now in Montana. &nbsp;When in doubt, it is always easy to chat with your neighbor about weather, but currently most have tired of that too. It is nearly as fun to discuss tax day.<br />While March began to transition nicely, April has been a setback to progress so far. &nbsp;Some reservoirs were nearly ice-free, but began to refreeze the past week. Geese that have flown north have been met with snow and ice. &nbsp;Spring bear season has opened, as well as turkey season, but so far, both hunters and game have been confused on how they should be acting. &nbsp;I have my ice-fishing gear, cohabiting with my boat and fly rod currently. <br />But, spring will happen, and eventually summer. With the exception of perhaps upland birds who are vulnerable to spring blizzards, an extended winter, with additional snow and rain is probably a blessing. &nbsp;The snowpack in the mountains is still virtually at mid-winter levels. &nbsp;This moisture should keep stream flows at trout-friendly levels longer this summer. &nbsp;Reservoirs will be filled more than expected after they took a modest drop in 2012. &nbsp;Fire danger will still be an issue come August, but it too should be more manageable with the much-discussed, often-cussed, sixth month of winter. <br /><br />Did you get your taxes in?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qiJ2Zfit1U/UW4QfmEXbfI/AAAAAAAAAWs/T4SwbPUndOk/s1600/TurkeyTracks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qiJ2Zfit1U/UW4QfmEXbfI/AAAAAAAAAWs/T4SwbPUndOk/s320/TurkeyTracks.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074969558823471769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-90268238581245273052013-03-02T18:16:00.003-08:002013-03-02T18:16:59.474-08:00Last Ice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5h0Xa-kQzxo/UTKx2IlOx-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/YgAoaVJ2jXc/s1600/IMG_4864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5h0Xa-kQzxo/UTKx2IlOx-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/YgAoaVJ2jXc/s320/IMG_4864.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>During the worst of winter, ice fishing can simply seem like survival. &nbsp;Roads to and from the destination can be treacherous. &nbsp;Snow can block roads behind you, making your return home troublesome. &nbsp;On the lake, your holes freeze up as fast as you drill them. &nbsp;You hunker down in your shelter, only going outside when absolutely necessary.<div>Typically, the game changes toward the latter half of February. &nbsp;Temperatures moderate greatly and allow you to enjoy the fresh air. &nbsp;Often, one doesn't even need a fish house or if you do, it doesn't require much to heat it. &nbsp;Heck, sunburns are more likely than frostbite. &nbsp;</div><div>This recent trip was all you could ask for. &nbsp;The highways were dry, a lack of snow on the ice made travel easy and temps near 40, made for less focus on fighting Mother Nature, and more focus on fishing.</div><div>Fortunately, the fish also cooperated. &nbsp;We had a nice assortment of walleyes, perch and northern pike. &nbsp;Some of the pike, which mostly came on our tip-ups, were trophy fish, exceeding 15 pounds. &nbsp;We threw most of the larger pike back, only bringing a few smaller northerns home, along with our legal limit of walleyes. &nbsp;While jigging up a large northern, a chunky walleye or a jumbo perch is a lot of fun, eating these flaky, tasty species is just as enjoyable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PsNZVYSoxlg/UTKwpyLp9VI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/s4p39sbQreI/s1600/IMG_4920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PsNZVYSoxlg/UTKwpyLp9VI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/s4p39sbQreI/s320/IMG_4920.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074969558823471769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-61563826086256925242012-12-20T21:55:00.000-08:002012-12-20T21:55:42.528-08:00December Mallards and Solitude Afield<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyFHSIeuqWI/UNP1PGWb3xI/AAAAAAAAABY/sr8jt1QOBik/s1600/DSC_0510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyFHSIeuqWI/UNP1PGWb3xI/AAAAAAAAABY/sr8jt1QOBik/s320/DSC_0510.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />20 days left to hunt ducks and geese! With big game done and fairer weather behind us most hunters have hung it up for 2012. But for the few late season fanatics now is the time to hit the rivers and find those&nbsp;little known pockets&nbsp;ducks and geese pile into&nbsp;on rivers and streams. The best part about it is there is little to no pressure at all. Any morning when I think about hitting the snooze and rolling back into the warm comfort of my bed, a cold nudge from my lab's nose on my arm reminds me that there are only so many hunting days left. When&nbsp;she's bringing&nbsp;in a fat, late-season greenhead I'm glad I got up.<br /><br />The weather has been up and down of late but the cold snaps seem to be coming in quicker succession with only a day or two of warm up in between. The stillwater is staying locked up good now and the birds are sticking to the rivers which means better access to the birds. A half dozen dekes and a flapper are about all a guy needs. If you find them piled in already on a spot you may not need any dekes at all. If heading to a new spot scout it out the evening before to see where birds are flying to. If you can get on&nbsp;moving water&nbsp;in good grain country good shooting should not be far away.&nbsp;Think food and open water and birds will be there. <br /><br />Don't sleep in! Get&nbsp;up and go get 'em. <br /><br />Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-12160710361126388482012-11-29T02:21:00.000-08:002012-11-29T02:21:25.362-08:002012 Big Game Season EndsSunday November 25, the sun set on another Montana big game season. As always each season has its own character. I can say this is one of the warmer ones I can remember in the last ten years. Some years its freezing cold at the beginning with fresh snows only to be melted off by brutal chinooks the last two weeks of the season. This year was definitely a mixed bag here in southwest Montana. We only got one-what I would call good-cold snap that really got the game moving. The snow was a foot deep in my back yard only to be melted bare by last week. However during that cold snap things turned out really good for some friends of mine. Two got their elk and one got a very respectable whitetail. The last day of the season was perfect weather-cold, a gentle falling snow, a long day's hike in good country,&nbsp;and me getting stuck way out in the middle of nowhere after dark. Thank God for Hi-Lifts and Chains! Til next year.<br /><br />Now that general big game is over there are still some weapons restricted areas running seasons into January for antlerless whitetail, check the regs and get at it while you can if you still need meat in the freezer. We also still have a good chunk of waterfowl and upland bird season&nbsp;to get after. The coyote pelts are going to be at their prime from now until mid February. So there is no excuse to be cooped up inside. <br /><br />As for my friends-Ty(first bull!), Doug and son Cody(first head of big game ever!), and veteran Brian(Nice Buck!)-Congradts gentlemen!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W002b1tuxzw/ULc1P0zsdkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qMxke-SHTrM/s1600/DSCN4257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W002b1tuxzw/ULc1P0zsdkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qMxke-SHTrM/s320/DSCN4257.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N53vSc7DR9k/ULc1i9a0fFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/P_oDmhlU4eY/s1600/DSCN4261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N53vSc7DR9k/ULc1i9a0fFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/P_oDmhlU4eY/s320/DSCN4261.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKq3Ny88Epo/ULc2qNhCiPI/AAAAAAAAABE/tDIIkYTwFuA/s1600/Stoner's+Deer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKq3Ny88Epo/ULc2qNhCiPI/AAAAAAAAABE/tDIIkYTwFuA/s320/Stoner's+Deer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-34139928854479989452012-11-27T20:53:00.001-08:002012-11-27T20:53:14.750-08:00The Second SeasonIt seems like it was yesterday that we were digging out our bird vests, complaining about the heat and smoke from western forest fires. &nbsp;The dogs were heavier then, also sporting more feathering on their hocks and tails. &nbsp;We were mostly hunting blue grouse in September, on the mountain ridges that are now covered with snow.<br />We moved downhill for a few weeks of pheasant season, combined with the occasional Hun and sharptail outing. I also chased sage grouse one day with a friend from the Deep South, who was shocked at the size of the big bombers.<br />Then, to the dogs' dismay, the 20 and 28 gauges were moved to the back of the gun safe for a few weeks. &nbsp;Antelope, deer and elk hunting took up valuable time during the precious autumn, but the thrill of the big game chase is pretty special too, when you consider the speed of the prairie pronghorn and the alertness of majestic mountain elk. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwd2r0h3U2M/ULWYD6N6tBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/9zhA11vO8gA/s1600/ScottStubble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwd2r0h3U2M/ULWYD6N6tBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/9zhA11vO8gA/s320/ScottStubble.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Now, the only barriers to keeping the dogs out of the field are weather and work. &nbsp;I don't mind hunting in snow and cold, &nbsp;but sometimes the icy roads are the real problem. &nbsp;Hunting pressure is virtually nothing now, the pheasants are in the heaviest cover and Huns are full-grown and handsome. &nbsp;Hunting in December is as sporty as it gets. Some days, the gun never is fired, when the roosters decide to run and the sharptail and partridge flush wild. There aren't a lot of easy birds, but that isn't the concern. &nbsp;Those of us with dogs know that their lives are short and every day hunting during the second season, is a gift. Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074969558823471769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-86417227153994895912012-11-08T03:04:00.000-08:002012-11-08T03:04:53.293-08:00Out and About with Hunting GPS MapsAs I write this it appears the weather forecast is turning in our favor. A few flakes have started to fall and temps should dip into the single digits soon. Maybe it will get the game moving-just in time for the rut. The last two weeks have been..well...weird, in terms of weather. Usually by this time the Schnee's pacs are laced up and the wools are shedding knee to waist-deep snow up high.&nbsp;Just this week I'm wearing&nbsp;jeans and light hikers and it's&nbsp;the third week of general season. I guess I should appreciate it for what it is. <br /><br />On another note, I've been making good use of my Hunting GPS maps app in the Garmin. My first season with it, I've been intentionally taking it to places where you have to mind which side of the fence you're on and often times the fence isnt even good enough to keep you in line-that is the boundary line is a good 200 feet away from the fence. Not a problem with this new software though. In addition to having high resolution topo features it shows color coded land ownership data along with the name of the property owner. As we all know there are great public areas that butt up to private land and sometimes its a sliver at that. With this you can narrow down to within mere feet exactly where the boundaries are. If you haven't heard of this software check it out at huntinggpsmaps.com. <br /><br />Good hunting!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2jPIX1HjDY/UJuReUBtUtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fwqw-WJTIJM/s1600/DSCN4243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2jPIX1HjDY/UJuReUBtUtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fwqw-WJTIJM/s320/DSCN4243.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>-MattMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03606704771465206520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-73328409167544318222012-10-29T19:43:00.002-07:002012-10-29T19:43:54.245-07:00Road Huntin' SlobsWe were sitting on the couch, as we had just finished lunch after our successful morning pheasant hunt. &nbsp;The morning temperatures had been in the upper teens, probably closer to zero with windchill. So, it was nice to take &nbsp;a little break, warm up and come up with the game plan for the afternoon, which featured Huns and sharptail on the menu.<br /><br />We were based in northern Montana at a quiet farmhouse, miles from a small town, hundreds of miles from something classified as a city. &nbsp;On an average day, two or three vehicles may pass by, so when shotgun shots rang out, just outside the house, we rushed outside, as if we were under attack.<br />As my host headed down the driveway, additional shots were fired, in a slough adjacent to the gravel road. Surprised to see anyone home this weekday afternoon, the road hunters attempted to race back to the truck, ejecting shells as they jogged to the awaiting getaway car, its engine still running. My host was more cool-headed than I predicted, explaining that no one is allowed to hunt near the farmyard, especially without permission. &nbsp;The "hunter" in the backseat, quickly tried his best to diffuse the situation, by offering us a cold beer from the 18-pack at his feet. The driver, who was let of the hook since he was from town, offered a number of excuses, the most memorable being the doozy in which he "had meant to ask permission, but didn't want to bother anyone during work hours". &nbsp;The leader of the dumb-pack had continued to ramble on, telling my hunting partner where else we could find roosters on my host's land. &nbsp;Thanks.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6o87CMOj3g/UI89bykS5SI/AAAAAAAAAVs/g_BZTPOPsus/s1600/no+hunting+sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6o87CMOj3g/UI89bykS5SI/AAAAAAAAAVs/g_BZTPOPsus/s320/no+hunting+sign.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>What is lost in the whole issue of seeking permission first, is the overall impression that road-hunting types make on non-hunters and more importantly, the farmers and ranchers that own the land. &nbsp;I always have been curious about the rural folks that have to erect no hunting signs on their driveways and next to their homes. Now I know why. &nbsp;Guys like this give all of us hunters a bad name. &nbsp;If you fire your gun near my house, &nbsp;can I trust you to not shoot the windows out of my combine or to not sprinkle lead into my herd of milk cows? Doubtful. &nbsp;Instead of enrolling their entire ranch or farm into a hunter access program, based on one encounter with knuckleheads, you and and I are also banned from running our bird dogs or taking our sons or daughters deer hunting. &nbsp;Beer cans and shotgun shells on the road tell everyone that hunters are slobs and they don't have respect for the countryside or those that make it their home.<br /><br />This is preaching to the choir, but hunting on private land is a privilege, not a right. &nbsp;Shooting off roads and littering is endangering the future of our sport. &nbsp;Please clean up your act. &nbsp;Even during work hours. Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074969558823471769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-42241466118947544442012-10-11T20:35:00.002-07:002012-10-11T20:36:14.908-07:00Easy Pheasants. Get 'em while they last.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNHzHrF3Kw8/UHePCm5Eo_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/GqL1e92aHQM/s1600/dogsroosters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNHzHrF3Kw8/UHePCm5Eo_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/GqL1e92aHQM/s320/dogsroosters.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Opening weekend is always half social event, half hunting. &nbsp;The birds are young, plentiful and uneducated. &nbsp;The opening-day hunters are out in full-force, staking out their "A" plan before dawn.<br /><br />This opener was no different. &nbsp;As we sat in the truck, listening and watching arrogant roosters as they flew from the stubble into their refuge in the CRP, it was evident that we would be seeing plenty of birds. The three of us had seven dogs between us, trying to decide which three or four would get the call this morning. &nbsp;The only other decision was how long to sit in the truck before letting them loose.<br /><br />We waited until 7AM. &nbsp;The first bird was brought to hand at about 7:15. &nbsp;By 8AM, we had five birds in the bag, the dogs doing their best to stay focused, despite the wave of overwhelming bird scent. &nbsp;The morning hunt was casual, despite being our first outing for ringnecks. &nbsp;We enjoyed ourselves, taking photos of the young dogs earning their first wild birds. &nbsp;By 9AM, we were walking the road back to the truck, trying to keep the dogs from needlessly pointing birds that would be there tomorrow. <br /><br />Before you declare this post as boastful, keep in mind it is far from an ideal day. &nbsp;Shooting opening day roosters is not the challenge. &nbsp;Young birds that sit tight for a pointing dog are fairly easy sport. &nbsp;And who wants to be done at 9AM? &nbsp;Some of the dogs hadn't left their kennels yet, wondering what they did wrong to draw the short end of the straw.<br /><br />But, as anti-climatic as opening day can be, it won't last. In fact, day two is typically 30% more difficult than day two and day three, well, no guarantees of limits anymore. &nbsp;As roosters are bagged and the others become wise in a hurry, pheasant hunting changes rapidly. &nbsp;Snow can come by Halloween and some days, it is difficult to have a bird sit tight for a trained bird dog. &nbsp;I won't complain about the easy pheasants; from here on out, they only become more challenging and a lot more rewarding.<br /><br /><br />Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074969558823471769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-35613723537780431632012-10-01T22:11:00.001-07:002012-10-01T22:11:31.230-07:00I Bid Thee Blue Grouse FarewellI have always stated that one needs to hunt blue grouse intently the first few weeks of the season, which &nbsp;opens September 1st. Typically, at those elevations that blues call home, it can snow anytime in September.<br />This fall, summer won't end. &nbsp;The heat and drought have even made an impact at 8,000 feet and higher. &nbsp;It has been 80 degrees on the prairie and about 70 at timberline, which are both at least ten degrees higher than normal. &nbsp;It is nearly impossible to carry enough water for one dog, let alone two. &nbsp;The elk wallows are only mud, the creeks down to just a trickle.<br />But, the birds are still up there. &nbsp;It was nearly a hopper-free summer, so the blues are focusing on berries and greens. &nbsp;As a result, they are feeding in the woods more often than in high-elevation clearings. It makes for sporty dog work and more difficult shooting.<br />As of last weekend, we were still moving plenty of dusky (I still prefer blue) grouse. &nbsp;It appears that they had a great hatch, as the broods we found were large. &nbsp;Another nice bonus is the good number of ruffed grouse we are also seeing at the lower elevations. &nbsp;Since ruffs are included in the daily bag limit, most of them had to be left alone, as we climbed back down the mountain with our three blues in our vest. &nbsp;Regardless, it was good training for the dogs and nice to see the "partridge" doing well.<br />As the calendar turns to October 1st and the upcoming pheasant opener this weekend, I am now saying goodbye to the beloved blue grouse and the beautiful country they inhabit. &nbsp;It is bittersweet, as I will miss the wonderful bird, but also look forward to the autumn that remains.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx8RRS_W6_oXoZcYlYeoER6YAhCUW02s2JYZ8Pe9a7SZWsTvN5_j2aVap-kzQewVSNlVwAw1ooqL5KxFI1eIQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><br />Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074969558823471769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883157656940784100.post-64591011006764523762012-09-16T08:47:00.000-07:002012-09-16T08:47:59.252-07:00Dad's Old, Crazy Goat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFdB2DSogQA/UFXxw9uMBCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/P16hijjaNQY/s1600/IMG_1959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFdB2DSogQA/UFXxw9uMBCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/P16hijjaNQY/s320/IMG_1959.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>It was nearly 10 years to the date that found Dad and I headed up the same trail in the Crazy Mountains of central Montana. &nbsp;We had found success on that earlier hunt and I was able to claim a decent billy on the second day of our hunt. &nbsp;Due to my recent work schedule and other obligations, we were unable to do any high-altitude scouting this summer. &nbsp;While we both had done a good deal of training to get in shape, we were not sure what to expect from the Crazies a decade later.<br />We had only been hiking for 90 minutes when Dad spotted an obvious white spot that looked out of place against the granite backdrop. &nbsp;While there was some snow remaining above the timberline, this wasn't snow. &nbsp;After setting up the spotting scope, it was confirmed; it was definitely a goat and appeared to be a big, solitary billy. It's coat was slightly off-color and it was alone. Most of the nannys would have a kid still with them. &nbsp;The goat was roughly 1,500 feet above us and we would ideally would like to get above him. &nbsp;Complicating things even more is the land ownership arrangement in the Crazies. Within the confines of the national forest boundary, were checkerboard private and public sections. <br />After finalizing our game plan, we started the long climb. &nbsp;We weren't sure if other hunters would spot the same goat or if the goat had a second perch that he would move to once the sun would hit him directly. &nbsp;All we could do was hope that he would be patient while we sneaked uphill. &nbsp;The game plan was good and bad, as were able to stay on public land and remain out of sight of our goat. &nbsp;Unfortunately, we had to pick our way through large boulders and some loose talus that made it nearly impossible to hike discreetly. Finally, it was getting so noisy and precarious that I took both of our packs and decided to drop back and let Dad finish the sneak on his own. One hunter making noise was much better than two. &nbsp;We figured we were already at the goat's elevation and we only needed to go another 100 yards to be comfortably above the animal.<br />I had only been sitting about ten minutes when I heard one muffled shot. &nbsp;It sounded like a shot that hit its target. &nbsp;And hearing one shot is always a sign. &nbsp;Two or three reports put doubt into one's mind. &nbsp;I grabbed the packs and caught up with Dad. &nbsp;He gave me the nod that the hunting part of the hunt was complete. The mood was a bit tempered as goat had tumbled downhill quite a distance. Despite spending his days on a good-sized ledge and and Dad making a perfect shot with his .270, the billy still stumbled off the ledge, breaking off half of one of its horns. &nbsp;Not ideal, but a pretty common part of goat hunting.<br />The hunt was over at 10:30AM on the first day. It took us two hours to skin and butcher the goat on site and another two hours to get the meat, hide and skull back to the truck. &nbsp;Our packs were heavy and clumsy on the big boulders, but we were in good spirits. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JB0Y_pVMf3s/UFXz5sf6zxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/z5zZO6ZliLQ/s1600/IMG_1978.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JB0Y_pVMf3s/UFXz5sf6zxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/z5zZO6ZliLQ/s320/IMG_1978.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>While I have always said my Crazy mountain goat was one of my most memorable hunts, this would rival that. Dad was now 66 instead of 56. His billy was within sight of the very ledge where my billy had spent his final days. &nbsp;It is unlikely that either one of us will ever hunt mountain goats again in Montana. But, if all we have are the memories of these two hunts, it will be enough.Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074969558823471769noreply@blogger.com2